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  Julia’s mouth found his ear. “What’s wrong, baby?” She punctuated her question with a bite to his lobe. Jack groaned aloud.

  He turned his head to speak to her. “You’re gonna make me blow my load in my pants if you keep going on like that, you dirty girl.”

  Her answering laugh was wicked. “I’m wicked? Who was trying to finger-fuck me in the ass a minute ago?” She slid a hand over his chest, tweaking one of his nipples. Hard.

  Jack bit his lip, putting his hand over hers. “That’s what you get for showing me your bare pussy earlier, Puss.”

  “I was just showing you what I’ve got.”

  He growled, deep in his throat. “Oh, I know what you’ve got. And I want to sink my cock in it until you scream.”

  Julia’s smile widened, her eyes sparkling. “Promises, promises.” She ran her fingers over his pecs, her touch leaving trails of fire in their wake. “My problem is, I haven’t seen everything you’ve got.”

  Jack slid his hands along her sides, from breasts to hips. “You saw what was most important, didn’t you?”

  She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Typical man. No,” she tweaked both nipples at the same time, making him jerk back, “I want to see more.”

  “You do, huh?”

  Julia nodded. “Yup.”

  Releasing her hips, Jack took a step back away from her. The music changed rather conveniently at that moment to one of his favorite songs, and he grinned. Serendipity. He was vaguely aware of other heads turning to watch him, Julia captured his attention. He began to dance again, just for her, but interest spiked in the surrounding crowd and he could almost feel the waves of lust directed at him. Tugging the hem of his t-shirt out of his waistband, Jack grinned as the female element of the party—along with a few male voices—screamed loudly in delight.

  Grabbing the thin material, he yanked the garment over his head in one fluid motion. Julia’s eyes flared instantly before darkening, her gaze locked on his torso.

  An orgasmic howl rose from the crowd and Jack acknowledged it with a slow grin, tossing the ruined shirt off to the side. His attention never straying from Julia for long, he began to dance around the floor, pressing against flushed and overheated body after body. Dozens of pairs of barely-covered breasts rubbed against him, anonymous hands grabbing his ass and stroking his fly. Masculine frames joined the fray, hard bodies slick and firm against him. The DJ crowed something in a hoarse voice, but Jack paid him no mind. The constant touching was making him crazy, the orgy of sensation threatening to suck away his sanity. Dimly through the chaos he saw Julia dancing, surrounded by a press of flesh herself, but her eyes on him. He made his way to her oasis, the two of them becoming sandwiched by scantily clad bodies.

  He leaned down, bringing his mouth to her ear. “How was that? Was that hot enough for you?”

  “That was good, yeah. But it could have been better.”

  Jack drew back to meet her gaze. He knew she’d liked what he’d just done. Her eyes kept dropping to his chest in the exact same way he looked at her—like a full buffet table laden with mouthwatering treats. What could she be thinking about now? “Better? Better how?” His tone was slightly skeptical.

  Her answering smile was wicked and catlike. “Oh, I’ve got something in mind.” She glanced at the top of the wall of the pit and as if right on cue, soapy, bubbly foam began spraying onto the floor from several cannons attached to the railings above them. Squeals of delight rose from the dancers as they scrambled to gather under the falling suds. Before long, clouds of sweet-scented nothingness surrounded them, piles of foam rising like thick, heavy fog. Bodies around them became slick and slippery, the bubbles saturating every surface. Jack glanced down at himself. A line of darkness rose up his thighs where the foam had touched, soaking his jeans. He grabbed a handful of the translucent fluff and let out a deep chuckle.

  He sent a look of disbelief toward Julia. “A foam party? Knew about this in advance, did you?”

  Julia’s face was the picture of innocence. Or about as innocent as a naughty she-devil could look. She grabbed a handful of bubbles and smeared them over Jack’s chest. “I thought it might be fun to get…a little…wet.” She breathed the last word out against his mouth.

  Powerful, crushing need flared in him again. He pulled Julia tight against him, foam exploding from between them like splatters of paint. The world around them whirled away, shrinking into nothingness, leaving them alone, invisible to prying eyes.

  As their mouths met again and again, Jack’s hands roamed over Julia’s curves. The foam had soaked into her dress, gluing the fabric to her warm skin. It was as though she stood naked before him, and hunger clawed at his gut.

  At that moment, Julia’s hands appeared at his fly, popping open the button of his jeans and tugging down his zipper. He broke away from her, glancing at their surroundings.

  “It’s okay,” she said, her hand dipping into his pants, “nobody can see anything, and they’re not really paying attention, anyway.” Julia found the opening of his boxers and guided his cock out.

  Jack sucked in a sharp breath at her touch. His own assessment of the situation confirmed what Julia had said. The partiers around them were absorbed in their own drunken shenanigans, the now chest-height opaque mass enveloping their bodies certainly hiding a multitude of sins beneath the surface. The dim lighting in the pit didn’t hurt the situation, either.

  Jack turned his attention back to Julia. He grabbed her ass and found the hem of her dress, peeling the stuck fabric up over her hips. She began to stroke him, her hand sliding along his entire length, and Jack’s breath stuttered in his chest. God, she had good hands. Talented hands.

  The bass beat of the music thumped around them and Julia’s hands matched its rhythm. Her thumb rubbed the head of his cock on every upstroke, and Jack clenched his teeth together.

  He grabbed her thigh again, hiking her leg up around his hip. Sliding his palm toward her ass he squeezed her buttock, pressing his fingers into her firm flesh. Julia’s fist tightened around him as he reached farther back, his fingertips slipping into the crevice of her backside. Her skin was slippery with foam, and perhaps with wetness from her pussy. Jack toyed with her ass again, circling the puckered entrance with his finger before reaching deeper and teasing the edges of her pussy. Her folds were slick and he teased the skin there, dipping fingertips into her channel, feeling her squeeze her muscles around him.

  Julia trembled in his arms, the rhythm of her hand faltering. She looked up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded and slightly unfocused.

  “Are you close, Jack?” The words came out unevenly.

  Jack ceased his movements for a moment, lost in his own triple-x-rated fantasy, unsure if he’d heard her correctly.

  “I’m sorry, Julia? Close to what?”

  “I want to make you come right now. Right here. You made me come with your fucking motorcycle, now I want you to blow your load. Interested?”

  Chapter Five

  The moment the words passed her lips Julia wondered if she’d made some sort of mistake. Jack’s face registered surprise, then his brow furrowed slightly. He didn’t seem like he was extremely excited about the idea, but Julia couldn’t help herself. His touch on her was electric. He stroked his way from her pussy to her ass over and over again, his fingers leaving trails of sizzling fire. She knew he was more than ready, if the size of his engorged, beautiful cock was any indication.

  The remaining rational part of her brain was screaming at her. Something about a contest, and winning, and not getting involved with someone who might or might not be trying to horn in on her one-person show, but Julia shushed the voice, ignoring the annoying sound. They were both consenting adults. It wasn’t going to hurt anybody if they got down and dirty for a little while, right? And it had been so bloody long since someone had turned her crank the way Jack did. She wanted to run her tongue from his head to his feet and then back again. Swallow his come and then have him explode deep inside her after t
hat. Scream his name and dig her nails into his back.

  “Yeah, I’m close,” Jack finally replied, his voice strained. “You’ve got very talented hands, baby. But are you sure about this?” He indicated the room with a jerk of his head. “Somewhere more private could be a lot more fun.”

  Julia shook her head. “You didn’t offer to take me somewhere else the other night. Now,” she said with a wicked grin, stroking him faster, “I think it’s your turn.”

  Jack groaned loudly and Julia laughed. It was hard to concentrate on what she was doing, with his fingers fucking her and playing with her ass, but watching his face contort with agonizing pleasure was a delight. A muscle in his jaw ticked, and she could tell his teeth were clenched together.

  It was time to turn the tide. Julia raised one hand and found a small nipple, tweaking and pinching it with her nails, eliciting a sharp gasp from Jack. Leaning in, she kissed him soundly, licking his lips with her tongue, and just when he opened his mouth to invite her in, she firmly bit his lower lip.

  Jack’s hand froze in mid-stroke and his grip on her tightened almost painfully. His entire body tensed for a long second before he let out a bark and bucked his hips. Sticky warmth spread over Julia’s fingers, and she laughed wickedly. Jack’s chin dropped to his chest, his breathing quick and labored.

  Julia’s mouth watered. “Next time,” she said deliberately, licking her lips in the process, “I’ll swallow.”

  Jack’s head rose, his eyes meeting hers. His gaze radiated naked hunger, a ferocity that made Julia want to back up a step. He looked…wicked. And powerful. And…holy-Mother-of-God sexy.

  He opened his mouth to speak, and the DJ’s voice boomed over them like some sort of rock-n-roll deity.

  “Last call at the bar, guys. Last call for alcohol. And let’s hear it for that sexy, sassy pair in the pit down there, Kitty and Stone!” A drunken cheer echoed through the room. “Heh. I don’t know about how you’re feeling, but they’re so hot I’m horny as hell myself.” A slow, sexy bass thud began to rumble through the air. “This one’s for all the lovers out there. And if you don’t got one, find one!”

  The attention leveled at them faded as couples and multiples began to gyrate together, turning their attention to each other, the pure sex in the air pushing inhibitions aside.

  Jack let Julia’s leg go, and leaned in to bring his mouth to her ear. “I think we’re done here for the night. Let’s take this back upstairs.”

  A delicious shiver traveled up and down Julia’s spine. She tugged her dress back down to a slightly more modest level before turning her head to reply. “Yes. Let’s.”

  He took a brief moment to discreetly tuck himself back into his jeans, then he turned, placing his hand at the small of Julia’s back. The heat of his palm burned through the soaked fabric, warming her skin, and it took all of Julia’s strength and determination to keep from wobbling on her heels.

  They paused at a small nozzle located just before the stairs, each taking a quick turn beneath the gentle spray of warm water to rinse away most of the foam. A bouncer stood at the top of the stairs, a bin full of clean, folded towels next to him, and he handed one to each of them. At their appearance, a roar of approval from the upper-level crowd washed over them. Julia gave a shimmy, flinging her wet hair over her shoulder, turning to run her empty palm over Jack’s chest. Wrapping her arms around his neck again, she whispered, “Still on the clock. Can’t just cut and run right away.”

  Jack’s curt nod indicated that he’d heard her. He draped his towel over his shoulders and dropped his hands onto her hips. He stroked down over her buttocks, giving them another squeeze. The crowd screamed with raucous delight, punctuated with slurred suggestions of what Stone should do to Kitty and vice versa.

  Julia laughed mischievously, and turned to face the crowd once again, Stone at her back. She signaled to the DJ to lower the volume of the music and accepted a wireless microphone from the bouncer.

  “Hey, guys! How y’all doing tonight?”

  Cheers greeted her.

  “Yeah, that’s what I want to hear! That’s fucking awesome. How many of you are going to take someone special home tonight?”

  Louder screams replied.

  Jack leaned his head down toward the mic. “I think I should take Miss Kitty home, don’t you?”

  The crowd erupted with noise. Butterflies did barrel rolls in Julia’s stomach, but she kept her smile pasted to her lips.

  “I don’t know, Stone. Do you think you can make my headboard rattle?” She licked her lips and felt Jack’s hands tighten on her hips.

  In response, Jack slowly raised his hands up her torso until he cupped both breasts. Wolf whistles pierced the air. “Oh, I think I can make the whole room rattle for you, Kitty. Not just your headboard.” The partygoers shrieked wildly in appreciation.

  A not-entirely-false squeal squeaked past Julia’s lips and her knees wobbled. She took a quick breath before returning to the mic. “Promises, promises. We’ll see how you do.” She pressed her hips back against his and ground against him. “Just play safe tonight, right, guys? Goodnight!” She handed the mic back to the bouncer, and used her towel to dab at her face and hair.

  Jack released her, and they turned away from the stairs, heading for the office stairwell. Urgency radiated from Jack’s entire frame and it spurred her on. This wasn’t about competition now. It was about sex and giving and receiving pleasure. He’d ignited a damned fire in her belly and it was time to do something about it. Julia trembled in anticipation.

  Tony opened the door to the stairwell for them. “You want your cars brought around to the front now?” he asked.

  Julia shook her head as Jack replied, “No, thanks. We’ll get them later.”

  Tony nodded, his black eyes knowing. “Whatever you say.”

  The industrial halogen bulbs in the stairwell were blinding after the dim club lighting, and Julia blinked against the brightness. She fumbled her way to the handrail and began to climb the stairs. A sharp shiver traveled through her limbs at the change in ambient temperature from the dance floor. Thank God Johnny’s office was really warm.

  A strangled sound from behind her reached her ears and she stopped, turning to look at Jack. He remained at the landing, staring up at her, his eyes wide.

  A knot formed in Julia’s throat. She thought he wanted to do this! Why did he look like he was in pain?

  “Jack…? What…?”

  He swallowed visibly. When he finally spoke, his voice was choked, tight. “You…your dress. I couldn’t see so well out there, but it’s…it’s…see-through now.”

  Julia glanced down at herself and laughed softly. The foam and water had done a number on the fabric, and now that it was sopping wet, the dress stuck to every curve like a second skin. It was so transparent it might have well been see-through, for all the coverage it gave.

  “And you like what you see, Jack?” she asked softly.

  Jack nodded, his throat working, jaw muscles visibly clenched.

  Julia beckoned with a finger. “Then let’s get upstairs.” She turned and continued up the flight, exiting through the door leading to the upper level. She heard Jack’s ragged breathing behind her, and she threw a bit more swing into her hips. Then inspiration struck. She stopped in the middle of the hall and dropped her towel on the floor beside her. Keeping her back to Jack, she reached down to the hem of her dress and began to peel the fabric off her skin.

  A strangled groan reached her and she giggled quietly. Raising her arms over her head, she pulled the dress off, dropping it on the floor on her other side. Bending down, she picked up the towel with her fingers and slowly wrapped it around her torso. It wasn’t much bigger than a large hand towel, so it didn’t really cover a whole lot. Julia bent down a second time to collect her dress, then turned her head to look back at Jack over her shoulder.

  He stood several feet behind her, his hands strangling the small towel he held clenched in his fists. Jack’s very muscled
chest rose and fell dramatically with each deep breath.

  Julia gave him a small, catlike smile before reaching for the office doorknob. “I think we need to finish what we started, Jack. And since you were looking for privacy, this is the perfect place.”

  Jack cleared his throat and nodded. He spoke, his voice sounding rusty and unused, “Sure we can use the room?”

  “This is Johnny Winter’s party. He’s part owner of the club, and an old friend of mine. I don’t think he’ll have any problem with us hanging out here.” She entered the room and turned, holding the door open. She quirked one eyebrow at him. “Well?”

  With what seemed like serious physical effort, Jack walked toward her. His gaze traveled up and down her body, lingering on her breasts and legs. Julia didn’t need to look at herself to know that only her nipples were covered by the top edge of the towel, and that the bottom edge didn’t come close to hiding her hips, leaving a large expanse of bare skin between the terrycloth and her thigh-high boots. She held the two vertical edges together at the top in front of her, but they gaped apart, revealing a good section of her belly down to her pussy.

  Belatedly Julia realized she should have still felt cold, being nearly naked in the hallway, but the chill had evaporated. Instead, her skin seemed to burn, her blood boiling with lust under the surface.

  Jack crossed the threshold then and reached for the edge of the door, pushing it shut. He thumbed the deadbolt, turning it with a small click.

  “This time we won’t be interrupted,” he said, his voice a dirty growl.

  Julia swallowed a sudden flood of saliva. The office was dusky, intimate, the only light coming through the tinted windows that overlooked the dance floor. Circles and whorls of muted color scampered randomly back and forth through the room as the flashing and spinning lasers and DJ lights from the bar shone in through the glass. Jack’s body was a study in light and shadow, the planes of his face made sharper, more dramatic by the semi-darkness. His expression was dangerous, his eyes so dark and shadowed Julia couldn’t see any detail about them. Her pulse began to pound in her chest.